Shen Feng felt a burning pain on his cheek like fire.
His hand involuntarily touched his right face, and upon seeing it smeared with blood, his chest heaved with intense anger.
Wasn't he the noble Young Master of Taiyi Sect, flung away by a slap within his own sect?
It must be noted that Shen Feng had not been intent on killing; otherwise, he could have directly exploded his head with a slap.
Xiang Bin struggled to stand up from the ground, with none of the Young Master's grace remaining, recalling Shen Feng's speed and power, he was burning with rage inside, yet he dared not launch another attack on Shen Feng; his feet kept retreating back onto the high platform.
"Dad, I want him dead, I must make him die," Xiang Bin said to Xiang Taiqing, his mangled cheek dripping with blood, making his entire face look somewhat terrifying.
Xiang Taiqing's gaze fixed on Shen Feng. Now that he knew the other was also an Innate Grandmaster, the situation became tricky.
